In the silence of the morning light,
A whisper comes so soft, so bright,
It dances on the wings of dawn,
A holy presence, gently drawn.

The Holy Spirit, pure and true,
A guiding light in all we do,
It comforts hearts with tender grace,
And fills the soul’s most sacred space.

Through trials, storms, and darkest night,
It brings forth hope, a beacon’s light,
With every breath, with every sigh,
The Spirit’s love will never die.

So let us walk with faith anew,
Embracing all the Spirit’s view,
For in its gentle, guiding hand,
We find the strength to firmly stand.